Hours spent dreaming
herself a role
in an infinite
movie reel of lives;
string theory says
she’s living them;
somewhere she moved
to a faraway country,
somewhere she kissed a girl
before a boy,
somewhere she took a college course,
and is still married; but to someone else,
or to no-one at all.
In some she’s a passenger,
in some she drives
every car she ever owns.
Some lives she’s convinced she’s thinner;
in others she’s fatter/tireder/more driven/less ambitious.
Some lives she smiles more,
some less,
smiles cautiously
because she took more risks,
smiles defiantly
because she took more risks,
smiles triumphantly
to tell this story;
she is who she wants
to be.
